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Description: Though Midus knew there was a storm approaching, instead of closing the ceilings of the fighting arenas, he has instead decided to keep them open to add an interesting aspect to the next round. Instead of a nice, warm sunny day, the fighters would instead be fighting in the harsh condition of ten mile per hour winds that will sometimes gust to thirty mph, heavy rain drops (though not disturbing enough to cause total distraction to sight; maybe 20% reduction), and the occasional thunderbolt lighting up the skies. To help make the arena more comfortable for the fighters, the floor has been turned into low cut grass to help keep traction. However, if the ground is dug up too much, mud and dirt will be added to the terrain.

Despite the weather, the crowd of people have come to watch the fight, wielding umbrellas over their heads.

Special Conditions: Fire is a bit weaker here since it'll be harder to start up one without the rain putting it out. And electricity will get a bigger boost in strength, though it will also short out much faster than if wielded normally by the fighters who possess it.

Field Measurements:
Ring: 70 yard diameter

Ten Count Boundary: As soon as a fighter enters the bleachers, the count begins. The flying rule remains, as well.

- Two days before the fight: Hotel room -

Crunch!

Pieces of plaster and dry wall crumbled to the ground from where Syre's fist had hit the wall leaving a fist size hole in the wall of his hotel room. He would have to pay for that... That was of little significance to him right now though. The half demon was reflecting on the results of last fight and the thought of the loss did not make him happy in the least. That put him one step closer to being out of this tournament and that simply would not do. Syre had brought himself here to do one thing, and that was prove to himself that he was still one of the best. Nothing less then victory would satisfy the glory hungry prince of Hell.

- Now Prefight: Locker room -

Syre could hear and smell the rain outside along with the thunder and lighting as it flashed across the sky. The half angel sighed to himself. It seemed the fates had conspired to not let him go any further then this, but since when had Syre let those three decide anything for him? A little rain and thunder would not stop him, nor would his opponent. This fight was going to happen on his terms, whether his opponent or the very weather itself agreed or not. The ruby eyed combatant rose from his seat on the bench as once again his name was announced over the speaker system.

"Syrdust Rageskel!"

Sword drawn, and power starting to boil within him already Syre entered the arena to once again find his opponent waiting for him. Syre held his sword low and down by his side as he stood still waiting for his opponent to move or at least say something out of common courtesy. Even though it seemed like standing was all he was doing, that was not the case. Syre was also slowly building up the strange heat that his body could produce skin deep. It would take a bit longer in the rain, but it was already beginning and that was what mattered. His sword started to glow slightly red more toward the hilt end of the weapon, and it was only a matter of time before the whole weapon would be glowing.

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